Discus Dude and Me
It's Sunday afternoon and I've been so busy this weekend that I feel like Discus Dude best represents my struggle. He is resolute in his determination to toss that discus farther than anyone believes possible, and I am resolute in my determination to do everything on my list of things to do. Of course, there are some differences between us. Discus Dude is a bit more muscular than I am, but my head is a more normal size in relation to my body, so we're even. Don't burn your backside on that eternal flame, Discus Dude!
The image, as most New Yorkers will probably guess, comes from your typical New York coffee cup. In this case, the coffee cup is from David's Bagels on First Avenue at 14th Street, an excellent New York bagel shop which happens to be run by people from Thailand.
I should also give credit for the term Discus Dude to Meghan McCormick of the Globe Trekker series of travel shows. Jenn and I love Globe Trekker. I bought the DVD set for Greece before we went on our honeymoon (to Greece) and Meghan did the Greek Islands portion. Meghan is a great presenter (of course we are also fond of the great Ian Wright and Justine Shapiro, who essentially defined the genre for those who came after them). I'm less of a fan of the young lady who did mainland Greece, who seems a bit of a snob. Anyway, Meghan was perusing some of the replicas of ancient Greek statuary available in a tourist shop, and she highlighted Discus Dude. So we bought one while we were there, as a tribute.
As for being busy, I'm not lamenting my situation at all, just trying to get it all done before our little boy comes into the world on or around Latvian Independence Day (November 18). There's nothing like impending fatherhood to motivate you to get your house in order. My list of things to do is so long I had to tape two pieces of paper together. Essentially, I've got to finish about three ongoing freelance projects in order to get "well-begun" on a fourth. My main accomplishment today, however, was scrubbing the upstairs bathroom, which I did with alacrity. My hands still smell bleachy, but it's the smell of cleanliness. It's not my favorite pastime, but there is some satisfaction to scrubbing a toilet, or at least having scrubbed a toilet.
It's a lovely fall day in New York. The sun is out and the temperature is 22 degrees celcius (71 F). Now it's back to work for me. Enjoy your Columbus Day tomorrow, those who have it off (unlike me).